#gorum

[wormsanduba]

(Not so) lost omens

[saul-tortellini]

Announcing that Gorum is dead and then announcing that there's gonna be an archetype for Warpriests to make them good at martial combat was just rubbing salt in the wound for all 5 of us Gorum fans

[skekbi]

Okay okay so— my friend and I were playing Rain World in Gorum’s campaign with the “Rotund World” mod and he wouldnt stop eating even after we had like over 5 extra food pips AND THEN HE KEPT GOING UNTIL THE FOOD BAR WENT OFF THE SCREEN AND BRO WAS LITERALLY JUST A ROUND THING WITH EARS AND A FACE AND I DIED AHAHSFNSNDJ. You dont understand it was so funny I literally could not stop laughing on vc (my asthma was not helping either I literally couldn’t breath HAHDJABSA). And then every time he jumped THE WHOLE GROUND SHOOK JDANDN He couldn’t fit in any pipes either and he couldnt even RUN cause of how chonk he was. PLUS I died (fell off a cliff in chimney) and he had to go and find a shelter on his own but he was so chonk it took like a solid 30 mins—

And so, in honor of my almost death yesterday, I had to make silly doodles based off of yesterday.

[roxyscave]

Idea for a post war of immortal Pathfinder character.

Gorumite who actually think its sick and rad that their god died and isnt bothered by it.

"You think my god doing what he expects all of us to do...die in a glorious battle would make my faith waver? No....I do not need to feel his magic to know he still guides my blade. For it was under his guidance that I learned to wield it. He may be dead but the battle will always rage on, as long as we continue to keep the flame alive. "

[onehobgoblin]

Blood for our lord in iron!

[lukedanger]

Owlcatober - Day 17 - Parents

Spoilers for Pathfinder 2E (particularly Prey for Death) below this @owlcatober post.

[Ao3 Link]

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From their perch on the rocky hillside, Irabeth could see the whole village that was now her home. One of several that had grown around Drezen in the years since the Fifth Crusade had ended. Dark gray clouds gently rolled through the morning sky, casting a gentle shadow.

She had not come alone, though. Next to her was a young boy - a young orc, barely seven years of age. The cold of early winter had them both wearing fur coats, but this was not something that could wait. She watched him fingering the amulet, one of the few things he had left of his family and tribe thanks to Tar-Baphon. An iron amulet depicting a sword thrust into a mountainside.

The amulet of a dead god.

“War and strife are a part of mortal life,” Irabeth began, “waged by the righteous and wicked alike. Gorum was the god of battle and weapons, Katalmach, embodied by every sword and spear wielded in war.” 

Irabeth placed her sword in front of the young orc, still in its sheath, continuing as Katalmach listened.

“Thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived in the Darklands, deep beneath the surface. As the dwarves drove orc-kind before them in the Quest of the Sky, they emerged to a sunless world and fought for a new home. It was a battle fought for survival, in desperation, in anger, but in the aftermath stood a lone suit of armor: Gorum, the Lord in Iron.”

“Gorum was the chaos of war in its purest form, the very embodiment of mortalkind’s violent urges. It angered him to see honest combat averted by words or magical schemes, yet such anger paled in comparison to his fury at those who slaughtered helpless prisoners and those who yielded. Alas, the false believers took his rage as a portent of his favor and even those who strove for higher ideals became convinced that Gorum demanded blood to be shed for its own sake.”

Poor Morveg. Even he felt that someone had to die to wield the Fang of Malice, and he was someone who fought for a higher purpose even as he sought to test himself. One day, she would tell Katalmach what happened there, if she did not ask Seelah or the others who were there that day.

And as Irabeth realized Katalmach was frowning at the amulet, she realized how she was steering into the same mistake Kyado deliberately did in his sermon yesterday.

“Seeing the suffering his followers, perhaps his existence, brought to the universe spurred Gorum’s honor. He acted, arranging for his own death in the desperate hope that without him empowering the worst of mortalkind, its best might thrive.”

“War continues, Katalmach: your parents and most of your tribe fell in it, but did so to defy enslavement to a lich bent on godhood. If you choose to become a warrior yourself, one day that may be your fate.” Irabeth pointed a finger towards the amulet. “But the cause is not what Gorum stood for: the act of battle itself, engaged in honorably. That is what Gorum stood for, and what he perished for.”

Irabeth picked up her sword again, drawing it and showing Katalmach the artistry that had gone into her father’s sword. She smiled as he eagerly studied it - especially as he looked at the intricate pattern work that went into Solemn Hour. Despite his name, perhaps he would not lose himself in battle.

“Could you teach me?” he finally asked. “Mom said she would.”

“Of course,” Irabeth answered. She and Anevia had discussed it. “But there are many other things you need to learn first. If Gorum still resides in every blade and spear, then you must know how to treat them properly first.”

Katalmach nodded in understanding, firmly holding Gorum’s symbol, and as the snow began to fall Irabeth could feel it.

Anevia had been right: even when she felt she had no more campaigns in her, she needed a cause.

And it deserved no less than everything she could do to help him find his way after everything he suffered.

[the-dragon-blade]

"So, the old man died, huh...", Igris muttered as he laid on the tree branch, watching the sky above.

"Well, that sucks.", he added with a sigh and raised the bottle towards the sky, as if a toast to the departed. This wasn't a good night.

[pathfuckery]

New Year, New Deity, Day 7: Cleric of Gorum

BLOOD FOR GORUM!!!! This cleric bursts onto the scene, knocks you on your ass, and keeps on swinging! No need to fight me for this build:

The cleric of Gorum is all about getting into the thick of things. With strong defenses, spells to aid in combat, and a big-ass sword, they don't have to back down from any challenge. If getting down and dirty in the thick of things is your jam, Gorum is the god for you!

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